I stayed by the lake until the cold went right through my hands.
The hotel manager finally came over, holding a phone.
"Ms. Sterling, Mr. Halstead left this in the ballroom."
I took it.
Julian and I had never once gone through each other's phones. For seven years, we'd shared passwords, bank accounts, every calendar. I'd mistaken never checking for having nothing to check.
Now I needed to know.
When exactly had I started losing?
There was only one pinned thread.
It wasn't mine.
The photo was a scruffy little gray bird. The name beside it was two words.
Little Sparrow.
I knew that bird.
A while back, Molly had found an injured sparrow outside the company building and posted about it a hundred times over, begging people to help. Julian had stood right there and made fun of her fo
